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HEAVY IS THE HEAD: Genosha Mission
WHO: Wolverine, Storm, and those who volunteered for the mission.
WHAT: It's time to meet the guy in the helmet and attempt to talk him out of starting WWIII
WHERE: The shores of Genosha, then onto Magneto's palace.
WHEN: Saturday Evening to Sunday Morning
WARNING(S): Could get violent.
It had been a long flight, with Storm's powers managing to create electric fields that jammed most tracking systems, but still had to park the Blackbird itself well away from the Genoshan coast, with a small jet boat being taken the rest of the way. It was a silent wonder as to how they had managed to get this close without alerting any of the local authorities, but Logan assured the team his man on the inside had them taken care of. They just had to put their faith in him. Which, putting faith in Wolverine was one thing, but in a total stranger? That was a bit more difficult to fathom...
Once the team arrived on a well protected cove, the boat was hidden under practical camouflage (as using Storm's powers to hide it in fog would just trip alarms. No-Girl, Martha, was left with the ship to shield it psychically if needed, and send a long range alert to Cerebro if something went wrong.
Wolverine took them up a steep, rocky hill, and to one of the walls of Genosha's government sanctums, the very one that house Magneto's steel palace, and they waited for their contact to arrive...
WHAT: It's time to meet the guy in the helmet and attempt to talk him out of starting WWIII
WHERE: The shores of Genosha, then onto Magneto's palace.
WHEN: Saturday Evening to Sunday Morning
WARNING(S): Could get violent.
It had been a long flight, with Storm's powers managing to create electric fields that jammed most tracking systems, but still had to park the Blackbird itself well away from the Genoshan coast, with a small jet boat being taken the rest of the way. It was a silent wonder as to how they had managed to get this close without alerting any of the local authorities, but Logan assured the team his man on the inside had them taken care of. They just had to put their faith in him. Which, putting faith in Wolverine was one thing, but in a total stranger? That was a bit more difficult to fathom...
Once the team arrived on a well protected cove, the boat was hidden under practical camouflage (as using Storm's powers to hide it in fog would just trip alarms. No-Girl, Martha, was left with the ship to shield it psychically if needed, and send a long range alert to Cerebro if something went wrong.
Wolverine took them up a steep, rocky hill, and to one of the walls of Genosha's government sanctums, the very one that house Magneto's steel palace, and they waited for their contact to arrive...
BREAKING INTO THE CITY
[[ This is the last chance for participants to mingle before Logan's contact shows up. ]]
(Hope I'm doing this right) Before the contact arrives
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Before the contact arrived
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"What's the max you can create?" he asked when she was focusing on the clone standing closest to him. "Just for reference sake."
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Before the contact!
One they reached land and stopped, the feral stretched out, much like a cat would and paced a little bit. It wouldn't take long before she would sit and watch people and the sky. If anything- it was to try and save some energy and focus.]
OTA, before contact arrives
[That could have gone better.]
[Krista's honestly a little surprised when they make it safely out of US airpace, and all the way to Genosha. She's on pins and needles, halfway expecting to be attacked at any moment while they're hiding the ship, while they're climbing up the steep rocks, while they stand out waiting...]
[If they do, what's she going to do? Just... do her best to make them not want to fight her?]
[She takes a breath, trying to calm her emotions. It shouldn't be too much more waiting...]
Re: OTA, before contact arrives
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"Of course we will."
End thread?
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You okay? It okay, not know what come next.
[Kisume is at least offering a little bit of optimism.]
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I know. We'll all do our best to help each other from here on out, right?
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[He sleeps, now and then.]
[He knows he should be resting up for the mission, but it's a little hard to, all things considered.]
[When he's awake on the trip, he's got his cheerful persona firmly on -- teasing and joking, telling ridiculous stories, bothering anyone who looks like they're worrying too much with snacks and his odd sense of humor.]
[There are moments, though, when he draws more into himself -- sitting by the window, waiting, curled up in his seat and worrying at the beads of his rosary.]
[B - In Genosha, waiting for the contact]
[There are more kids on this mission than he'd like, honestly. He trusts that Emma knew what she was doing, but God, is this any kind of a place for them?]
[He doesn't complain, though -- they're here now, and they're going to do what they have to. What other choice do they have?]
[He tries not to fidget too much, as they wait for this mysterious contact of Logan's to turn up, tries to focus on all the things he has to go back to -- all the reasons they have to succeed here today.]
[Failure is just not going to be an option. That's all there is to it.]
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[Feliks has a surprisingly terrible poker face under normal circumstances, for someone who does well on infiltration missions and who spent years of his life in obstinate denial.]
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What did this dove signal? Or...was it the contact?
An older gentleman, wearing a long coat, tall boots, and oxblood leather gloves, finally stepped into view. A handful of doves flew out around him. A dark-haired woman who looked the same age stood near him.
"Ah, there you all are," he said in a thick German accent, "I was worried something had happened. You know how people get murdered or kidnapped, or their ships sunk. The usual!"
The single bloodstained dove landed on his shoulder. Siegfried Jäger, better known as Medic, better known as a person with very questionable ethics. But here he was with Gabrielle Haller. And he was their best chance to get in.
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When she looked over to Logan and Storm, however, her look took on a more serious worry. There was no mistaking it... the majority of the infiltration team were children. "Charles, you'd better be right about this...," she whispered to herself.
"Well, Logan, let's get your team in. Medic here will be your guide. I'll be the one to talk to Erik, once we're there."
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She was less scary than the man she appeared with. For lots of reasons.
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"It's been a while."
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"Kinda hoping to keep it that way, too? Y'know, if that's like, a thing we can do or whatever."
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INFILTRATING THE PALACE
But it was impossible not to notice something that felt very wrong about the place. It was dark, and astoundingly quiet. The Palace seemed deserted. No Acoloyte Guards, no government workers, not even a janitorial staff. The place was empty and silent except for their own footsteps.
Just what the hell was going on?
[[ There is no tagging order for this thread. Simple tag in as you please, but try to keep things to one thread if you can. The mod account will chime in as things start to happen ]]
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And there should have been people. Voices, minds, ruffling papers, scurrying secretaries, something. The emptiness had set Kaede on edge since they first set foot there, and continued to do so. Her shoulders had set into a tense, slouched line, and hadn't relaxed since.
The horned mutant had wandered towards the front of the group, vectors stretched as far as they could reach in front of her. Kaede needed no light to find her way around, two meters at a time. Her telekinetic net had been cast in a wide, diffuse spread, searching for any mind-colors that weren't by now familiar to her. The new colors of the unfamiliar woman and the red-blue of the...dove-man she hadn't exactly memorized, but they hadn't left her range long enough to notice.
Where was everyone else?
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Even though she wanted to sneak ahead to scout it out so to say..but something told her to stay close, not cause more trouble then she needed. The trouble would find them when it was time.
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